Fingil sat at the council, arms crossed, listening. The Lord Elrond had explained the situation and Fingil's heart had gone out to Celebrian, oh fair lady!
He thought back to the moment he had heard the news, and the look on his lord's face. He had been in the libraries of Imladris, when Elrond had entered and thrown himself down. It was not often that his lord lowered his air of calm, and Fingil realised that something was amiss. He had enquired of his lord what the trouble might be and his blood had boiled then. He was calm now, calm and determined.
Celebrian had been almost a mother to him and he loved her for it.
Elrond called for volunteers and Fingil rose at once.
"Master, my knowledge and my sword are yours. In whatever use they may be. I will aid in her rescue!"
Fingil left no doubt in his voice, she would be rescued!
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